[Official or not, Dice just... especially at times like this, when he's driven to just staring and marveling at Gentaro, is a complete and utter lost cause. He wants to hold Gentaro, touch him, breathe him in. He wants to have a piece of Gentaro always with him, maybe because he's sure that this man is luck personified, one of the seven lucky gods given form and gifted to him for reasons he doesn't get and won't question. Or maybe it's because Gentaro has the softest of edge around the sharpest of tongues, a conundrum and contradiction Dice can't live without.
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He watches Gentaro with a soft grin as he works.]
Hey, you're the gorgeous one.